O preacher of the garden, lost in your passionate speech, you do not realize that every page (petal) of the rose's book has scattered because of your ecstasy.

Here, the poet gently addresses the 'preacher of the garden'—often a symbol for the nightingale or the wind—who is thoroughly lost in delivering an impassioned sermon of love. In this state of complete ecstasy and self-forgetfulness, they fail to see that the rose petals, imagined here as the fragile pages of a book, have scattered to the winds. It is a tender yet poignant reminder of how overwhelming passion, even when sincere, can unintentionally unravel the very delicate beauty it seeks to adore.